ESOX LUCIUS
I HATE FLIES
What’s this round and prickly thing?
Can it be a pincushion?
No! Pincushions never grow
In fields where daisies blow.
Oh! and now I see a nose
With four little tiny toes.
And as it opens in the sun
How those green flies spoil the fun!
But there, it hears a barking dog
And rolls up safe, our prickly hedgehog.
This hedgehog (Erinaceus europaeus) was actually irritated and grunting loudly at the green fly that kept bothering it. Didn't mind me one bit, but rolled up tight when Foske came round to get a sniff.
In nature reserve De Kwade Hoek near Goedereede in the Netherlands.
(Lyrics are free after an existing nursery rhyme)
I HATE FLIES
What’s this round and prickly thing?
Can it be a pincushion?
No! Pincushions never grow
In fields where daisies blow.
Oh! and now I see a nose
With four little tiny toes.
And as it opens in the sun
How those green flies spoil the fun!
But there, it hears a barking dog
And rolls up safe, our prickly hedgehog.
This hedgehog (Erinaceus europaeus) was actually irritated and grunting loudly at the green fly that kept bothering it. Didn't mind me one bit, but rolled up tight when Foske came round to get a sniff.
In nature reserve De Kwade Hoek near Goedereede in the Netherlands.
(Lyrics are free after an existing nursery rhyme)